Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.
We miss you, Chan :)
This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.
He’d spent nearly a decade on death row
Praying for appeals that were not bestowed
Had a solid alibi
One the courts would just not buy
A death sentence he’d have to undergo
DNA exam proved him no killer
But there’s a sad angle to this thriller
Tests performed posthumously
Evidence came too late; what a chiller!
*For Miranda’s “Behind Bars Blues” contest
There once was a serial killer
His life was one sickening thriller
From the bodies he’d saves
And the ones in the graves
His life was one bloody chiller
Tho his mental state wasn’t quite normal
And his social skills never that formal
He loved people to pieces
Even after life ceases
With dead bodies he does like to dabble
Now that sounds rather creepy you say
That killing is how one spends his day
While it’s not quite a profession
More like an obsession
In the end they’ll come take him away
Authors note: This was done as an exercise, we were given certain words (a wordle )
and it was the writers choice what form to put them in and how to use them.
The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.
In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
Down the barrel he took
A quite scatterbrained look
Then made it more than a figure of speech
There was a foolish fellow named Gary
Who gulped gasoline over near Cary
The fuel made him gag
So he fired up a fag
And now smokes in the state mortuary
"Look, no helmet!" Phil proudly decried
In the headgear disobedience ride
He stood for his rights
Then put out his lights
When he flew off his Electra Glide
An impatient Korean got miffed
And was ramming the doors of the lift
Then went a bit daft
When he got the shaft
But his ride to the bottom was swift
You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.
Last night as I lay in my bed
An angel appeared and said
Your life will soon end
I am sent as a friend
To a new kingdom soon you will be led
Say goodbye to all those you hold dear
Tell all they must not shed a tear
For your passing will be
Liberating and free
With my lead you will not have fear
In life you have suffered too much
Soon you will walk without need of a crutch
In the kingdom to come
You won’t limp you will run
With the help of the lords gentle touch
So I wait for the day to draw nigh
Though I know lots of people will cry
With happiness in my heart
I will gladly depart
Heavens waiting there for me to try
The angel at last has drawn near
He offers a new life so clear
With a silent prayer
I climb the golden stair
Halleluiah the angels all cheer
They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.
So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!
When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.
I've been getting to know really well
my new friend with so much to tell.
We've got similar work
and we share the same quirk:
Our sore bodies are giving us hell!
by Andrea Dietrich
For her friendship I'm in her debt.
Though I like Soup, it's not home yet.
So with her kind words
I feel like I'm heard
And not a nobody poet.
by Susan Burch
Nikki was an illegitimate child.
She grew up fast, she grew up wild.
She ran away from home at age sixteen.
A pimp killed her when she turned eighteen.
This is a cautionary tale of a throwaway child.
Written on May 17, 2012
Mr. Phiburn, a man who had tried
To live not by the sword, but all lies
No surprise where he went
For him, eternity was spent
Wearing pants that were
Very well fried.
Inspired by: “Liar, liar pants on fire”
Gail's Note: To those who have commented on my poetry within the past few weeks. Thank you, and I apologize for my non-responsiveness. I haven't been able to be as involved with the soup recently. I hope to become more involved again within the next few weeks or so.
Written by Gail DeBole
Fred Hardtselle, a salesman who died,
On his tombstone had these words inscribed:
"In a seance call me,
for a rather small fee,
I'll find out where you're going, and why!"
Baby, the day I saw you first
Dunno how my heart had a burst
You soon became my friend
Would friendship last till the end?
Staying without you, oh that’s the worst
High time it was, I’d waited so long
You’d finally proposed to me with a song
Ooohh I could hardly wait
You were already my mate
I wished nothing would now ever go wrong
We usually sat together like a dove
Now was that really true love, love?
Sad songs seemed so boring
Romance in full sure seemed luring
Now was that really true love, love?
Your lovely smile was now my smile
Our relationship was not at all fragile
I started drawing hearts and roses
We took photographs in various poses
Without you, I couldn’t even stand a while
One day that was, I wasn’t feeling very well
You immediately rang the nearest doctor’s bell
He had a really bad news
From all the doctors we took reviews
I was about to die, they said from their shell
That is the day when I realized
Our love was never actually very precise
My love had different forms
Between us, we had no norms
I sure had a soon to be demise
Relating romantic songs to you, was not true love
Electricity racing at your touch, was not true love
Your presence at my last breath, telling me
You’ll never leave, kiss me, caress me
Making me smile, while I die, now that’s true love...
Written May 18, 2009
There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a
Meeting at 10:30."
There was a young man lived in Dover
And he was the son of a rover
He fell into the sea
Cause clumsy was he
A shark came and it was all over.
< once were twin towers on horizon
bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
then came many heros
lost too at ground zero
America's flag still flew in wind
In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten
You might be beyond ever caring
what happens if you are still wearing
the face of a ghoul !
Do not be a fool
or St. Peter at you will be glaring.
Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine
Now standing forever to scour?
After life's most noteworthy prize
All must reach a final demise
This was their best love
Say the wise from above
Large pizza and super-size fries
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
Farm boy Judd McFadden joined the army and was sent to Afghanistan.
Three months later he was shot and killed by a sorry jihadist from Pakistan.
His buddies crossed the border,
Despite a direct order,
And chased down the lousy dirty stinking rat bastard devil worshipping Taliban.
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone
her icy glare would chill to the bone
i talk about our Arabic teacher
a vile and very nasty creature
a shot in the head is not enough
for that creature is very tough
i would love to slit her throat with a knife
or maybe cut of her head with a scythe
a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink
or throw her in tar and watch her sink
booby trap her chair ,so it would explode
tie her to a car and drag her down the road
put her in a guillotine and chop of her head
stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled
put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash
cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash
drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire
get her assassinated by soldiers for hire
put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower
throw acid at her in a hailing shower
maybe silver bullets from a silver gun
dip her in oil and into the sun
but nothing will work from what i have said
because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki
Little baby dont cry you will be sung a lullaby
little baby dont worry forever in my dreams i hold you
little baby dont be afraid for the angels will lead the way
little baby dont be shy for together you will reach the sky
little baby just be calm for they will never harm
little baby sleep peacefully for you will always have my heart
little baby the angels will protect you
little baby i will never forget you...
Not the material guy
I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.
My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever
Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow
Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’
18 September 2013 @1800hrs.
lets Rigor mortis stiffly sleep
under the acts, of cold blooded murder
and watch the cool driven cradle's of death
stab and bleed out
open and wounded
sheltered from none
there in its, pool of darken, drying blood
so now, murder me this, and murder me that
how is it, that my enemies find me
in any place, and any time
could it be placed upon on my person
or inside of me
that you find me so completely
so is it legal or is it a crime
i 'm sure in time
we will all have one up our ask...
I Am a Big Fat Looser
Oh I am a big fat looser
I don’t deserve to live
I need someone to take a Gun
And shoot me till I’m dead
Yes I am a big fat looser
I really want to die
I’m looking for a violent guy
To shoot me in the eye
Oh I am a big fan looser
I really have to say
If this is life I realize
I hate it every day
Yes I am a big fat looser
And life is just the pits
I am a guy that wants to die
Not live another day
Oh I am a big fat looser
I really hate this life
If you the one don't have a gun
Then maybe use a knife
Yes I am a big fat doofus
I really have to say
If suicide is painless
Well then maybe that’s the way
Oh I am a big fat doofus
I live in misery
But I don’t have the courage
Or I’d blow myself away
I really am a doofus
I’ve one more thing to say
If anyone is listening
Then shoot me right away
So I can die today
Fulfilling desire can toll
A sense of relief for the soul;
But death will begin
With the meaning of sin:
Desire that’s out of control.
A man found himself in a pickle
When his girlfriend found he was fickle
He said "won't you stay"
She said "there's no way"
As she took his head off with a sickle.
Josette Key 2010
When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done
Thought to herself that was so much fun
So she whack them again
And again and again
Then laughed aloud at what she's done!
Dorian Petersen Potter
It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures